I'm ten weeks old. 
My hair and eyelashes get more red every day. I'm in the 17th percentile for weight, height, and head size, which means I'm dainty. I have rolls everywhere, though, and I still am rocking my baby jowls.
Aunt Reilly bought me my first piano. She has high expectations of me. I think she just wants me to hook her up with John Mayer someday when I'm famous. Okay, Reilly. You want Jessica Simpson's sloppy seconds? Fine.
I got my first set of shots, and cried for only three minutes. Then I looked around, sighed, and fell asleep on Mommy.
Oh, and Gigi and Papa babysat me and taught me to play Black Jack.
My hair and eyelashes get more red every day. I'm in the 17th percentile for weight, height, and head size, which means I'm dainty. I have rolls everywhere, though, and I still am rocking my baby jowls.
Aunt Reilly bought me my first piano. She has high expectations of me. I think she just wants me to hook her up with John Mayer someday when I'm famous. Okay, Reilly. You want Jessica Simpson's sloppy seconds? Fine.
I got my first set of shots, and cried for only three minutes. Then I looked around, sighed, and fell asleep on Mommy.
Oh, and Gigi and Papa babysat me and taught me to play Black Jack.
1 comment:
3rd photo: favorite by far. You rock those jowls, girl!
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